"It is you."
The white‑haired elder, the Creation God on Yao Black's side—Yahweh—looked at Nuwa Saint, who had appeared before him, and spoke calmly.
A pale golden Code floated before him, turning its pages without wind.
"Very well, let me see whether your Path of Creation is stronger, or my Path of Creation proves superior."
"God said, Let there be light."
Yahweh's voice rang out across the Battle of the Gods.
This was almost his signature opening.
As soon as his words fell, an incomparably dazzling, piercing light shone down from above the Battle of the Gods.
Under the intense radiance, the soil beneath their feet began to sprout countless tender shoots; in the blink of an eye, those shoots grew into towering trees, rising up from the earth.
Each of those towering trees carried the Power of a Creation God, sweeping toward where Nuwa stood.
Facing this probing attack, Nuwa did not move her feet.
